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Chapter 81: The Conversation Long Overdue
Achilles’ Point of View:I was sitting up, wondering what was going on when Isabelle came in, almost in a rush. She looked stressed and almost scared.“Everything okay?” I asked and she shook her head in a no. Before saying anything else, I looked over at Carlos who followed inside and stood at a distance, his face curled up in a distaste.“No,” She whispered and my attention shifted to her again. “Achilles, I need to tell you something.”“Why should you be the one to tell him?” Carlos jumped in before I could say anything. “So you can twist the story the way you want it?” His words were unfamiliarly cold and the way he said it made him sound dark.She scoffed. “No, go ahead. I’ve done nothing wrong to you.”“I didn’t say that you did,” He replied and looked at me. “But I’m sure everyone is aware of all the ones you did do wrong to.”“And he—”“Stop it, both of you!” I interrupted Isabella who was about to say something because Carlos was also about to cut her off and improvise. “What
Read moreChapter 82: The Conversation Long Overdue, Part II
Achilles’ Point of View:“So what was so fucking wrong in your life that you go around trying to kill my girlfriend?” As the words left my mouth, I heard Carlos chuckle.“It’s crazy, you know…” He took a step toward me. “Suddenly I’m the villain, even when she didn’t want to make me one. Crazy coincidence wouldn’t you say?”“You can’t be the villain if you don’t do the wrong things, Carlos,” I said with the same dominance in his voice, and took a step toward him too. “Now answer the question.”The fact that he had the guts to bring a gun to a hospital and probably threatened her, was beyond the capabilities I had associated with him. That was definitely enough to raise concerns for him. That also earned several points for Isabelle in my mind. The way she had been so careful to present her points to make sure she doesn’t say anything wrong.“So what? I’m supposed to watch her ruin your life as if she hadn’t done that already? How can you even let her back in your life?” He seemed conce
Read moreChapter 83: The Return
Achilles’ Point of View:“What?” I mouthed to Carlos, but made sure to not say anything. He was already back? I literally just finished dealing with one issues, and I was already burdened by another.He exhaled and replied: “Okay, I’ll let him know.”“Thank you. Have a nice day, Mr. Diaz.” She responded.He hung up the phone and looked at me. “God, he managed it sooner than I had expected.”Carlos knew my father enough, but not too well. My father had a lot of secrets, so even if someone thought they had him figured out, they were just looking at the tip of the iceberg. There was a whole lot left to know about him, and I was confident there were truths about him I didn’t know—nonetheless, now he was my enemy and it was official.“No, well, for me, he stayed there way more than he should have,” I admitted after thinking about it for a small moment and let a heavy breath leave my mouth. “It’s no secret he has endless power and money, so I’m surprised it took him this long in the first p
Read moreChapter 84: The Documents
Achilles’ Point of View:After the conversation with my father, I left the place in a hurry and sat inside another cab. I decided to go to Carlos since I really didn’t have a place to stay at the moment—and I could’ve burdened Isabella, but I realised it was too quick for me to ask her to let me stay at her place. Obviously, I figured that she’d be happy if I asked, but it would probably affect our relationship in a negative sense.On the other hand, I knew Carlos would be more than happy to let me stay if he could—and that it’d probably be better after the little outburst at the hospital.I paid the cab fare from my cash and then rang the doorbell to Carlos’ place. To my surprise, a woman opened the door, as confused as me as she checked me out.“Uh… Carlos here?” I asked her, interrupting her.“You are Achilles, right? I’ve seen you a couple of times on the news!” She said with a smile.I nodded. “You’re…?”“Josephine!” She put up a pleasant expression. “Carlos might’ve mentioned me
Read moreChapter 85: The Hidden Truth
Achilles’ Point of View:Sitting alone in Carlos and Josephine's living room, I couldn't believe my eyes. The documents in my hand revealed a truth that hit me like a ton of bricks. My emotions were all over the place—shock, anger, and hurt mingled together in a confusing mix. Carlos, my closest friend, had been diagnosed with cancer months ago, and he hadn't shared a single word about it with any of us.I clenched my fists, struggling to wrap my head around it. How could he keep something so significant hidden from me? Carlos and I had always been there for each other, sharing our highs and lows. And now I found out that he had been carrying this heavy burden in silence.My heart raced as a surge of anger mixed with hurt washed over me. The memories of our time together replayed in my mind—the laughter, the camaraderie. It felt like a betrayal that he had chosen not to confide in me about something this important.I stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. I couldn’t
Read moreChapter 86: The Pain
Achilles’ Point of View:I rushed to Carlos's side as he collapsed to the ground, his screams of pain echoing in the room. Panic surged through me as I knelt beside him, unsure of what to do. My mind raced, trying to process the sudden turn of events. What was happening to him? I had never seen him in so much pain before. It felt like his life was getting sucked out of him as he couldn’t even keep his eyes open or respond."Carlos, what's wrong?" I asked urgently, my voice laced with worry.He clutched his head, trying to push the pain out of it. "It's… it's the pain," he managed to gasp between labored breaths."Should I call an ambulance?" I asked, my heart pounding. I needed to get him help, and fast."No," he choked out. "It's... it's the cancer. Sometimes the pain... it's unbearable."My heart sank as I heard his words. His words meant that he had felt that kind of pain before, all alone and never told anyone. As much as it hurt me, I needed to focus on him right now. I felt helpl
Read moreChapter 87: Facing Reality
Achilles’ Point of View:The doctor's words hung in the air like a heavy cloud. The news hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me breathless. I struggled to process the information—Carlos had only five months left to live. The reality of the situation crashed down on me, and I felt an overwhelming sense of despair."I... I can't believe it," I murmured, my voice barely audible.The doctor's gaze softened as he placed a hand on my shoulder. "I know this is a lot to take in. We're here to provide all the support we can."I nodded, my mind racing as I tried to come to terms with the harsh reality. Five months. It was such a short amount of time, and yet it felt like an eternity. How could someone as vibrant as Carlos be facing such a devastating fate?"Is there anything we can do to prolong his life?" I finally managed to ask.The doctor sighed, his expression sympathetic. "We'll do our best to manage his pain and provide the best possible care. However, given the advanced stage of the
Read moreChapter 88: The Final Wish
Josephine’s Point of View:The days turned into a bittersweet routine of hospital visits, conversations, and quiet moments by Carlos's side. We learned to cherish every smile, every shared memory, as if it were a precious gem. Carlos's strength remained unwavering, his spirit a beacon of strength even in the face of his illness.As time passed, Isabelle also came to visit Carlos at the hospital. I watched from a distance as they talked, their voices hushed and their expressions serious. There was a certain tension in the air, a lingering unease born from years of misunderstandings and hurt feelings. But as I saw Isabelle's hand reach out to touch Carlos's, I could sense that something was shifting between them. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about the changes taking place. Achilles told me about their fight, so it was nice to see them get along.The three of us spent hours together in that hospital room, reminiscing about the past and talking about the future. It was a s
Read moreChapter 89: Mistake, Right?
Achilles’ Point of View:The room was filled with anticipation as I answered the ringing phone, my tone hopeful. "Hello, doctor. Is everything okay?"I watched as my expression shifted from curiosity to shock within seconds, my grip on the phone tightening. The doctor's voice on the other end seemed distant, the words hitting me like a freight train. "Mr. Roman? This is Mr. Diaz’s doctor. We’re very sorry to inform you that Mr. Diaz committed suicide some time ago. He had left…"The message faded into thin air as the phone slipped from my fingers and fell to the ground with a dull thud. The silence that followed was suffocating, the weight of the words echoing in the room like a deafening scream. It couldn't be real. It couldn't.Time seemed to slow down, each passing second stretching into an eternity of disbelief. I stumbled back, my legs giving way as I sank into a nearby chair. My face went pale, my hands trembling uncontrollably. "No... no, this can't be happening." I said, my vo
Read moreChapter 90: Moving On Is Impossible
Achilles’ Point of View:As the days went by, the weight of Carlos's absence hung over us like a dark cloud. The funeral had been a blur of tears, hugs, and condolences from well-wishers who couldn't possibly understand the depth of our grief. Isabelle and Josephine stood by my side, their presence a small comfort in the midst of the overwhelming pain.After the funeral, Josephine withdrew into herself, her grief a palpable force that seemed to consume her. She spoke less, smiled less, and the light in her eyes had dimmed. It hurt to see her like this, knowing that she was carrying her own burden of sorrow while trying to make sense of what had happened to Carlos. She was strong, but even the strongest of us had their breaking point.Isabelle and I did our best to be there for her, to offer support and love, but there was a wall she had built around herself that we couldn't seem to breach. We respected her space while silently hoping that she would open up to us when she was ready. I
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